Greek Lessons at Maria’s House
The first time I dined at Maria’s house, I made the grave mistake of asking her where she got the phyllo dough for her fantastic hortapita (a combination of wild and cultivated greens). She went into the kitchen and returned with a dowel (thin rolling pin) and waived it over my head. I had just moved to Crete and had much to learn.
Elounda is a little village and everyone knows where you are and when. Maria extended an open invitation...